The Broken Engagement

News of the arrival of the Black Dragon Clan's distinguished guests quickly spread throughout the clan chief's residence. Along with this, the news that Sang Ying's engagement was about to be annulled also reached the ears of the Madam Lanxin.

"Bang"!

The teacup on the table was smashed to the ground, and everyone in the room fell silent.

"Who does he think he is, daring to annul my engagement, Qinglong? Their young clan leader Xuan Jingshan, is nothing but a greenhorn who hasn't even been to the Gods and Devils Battlefield. My son, at his age, would have already made great contributions on the Gods and Devils Battlefield! How could he be like him, only able to bully others with the title of young clan leader?!"

Madam Lanxin, filled with pent-up anger and with nowhere to vent it, unleashed a torrent of abuse on the man who had broken up her daughter's engagement, which finally eased her frustration.

But after sitting down, she couldn't help but feel sad again. "If my husband and my three poor children were still alive, how could we tolerate others humiliating Qinglong like this?"

The White Dragon Clan has always been weaker than the Black Dragon Clan. Originally, Madam Lanxin's husband and son had been fighting on the Gods and Devils Battlefield for many years at a young age, which can be said to have given them a clear advantage over their peers.

Almost everyone in the clan believed that the four of them would lead the White Dragon Tribe out of its current predicament and usher in a period of strength and glory.

Unexpectedly, these seemingly perfect successors all perished one after another.

Seeing this, the maidservant couldn't help but gently comfort her, "Madam, don't be sad. We still have Young Master Qinglong. His father and brother are both so brave and powerful, so he must be just as capable. Even if the Black Dragon Clan is gone, aren't there other Dragon Race? Besides, if they don't break off the engagement, and Young Master marries into that clan early, you won't be able to see her again."

The maid was actually a little guilty saying this. Young Master Qinglong's father and brothers were indeed very powerful. But since his engagement, the young master had not appeared in public. There were even rumors in the clan that the young clan leader was in poor health and had been recuperating.

These are just rumors, but they may not be entirely unfounded. After all, many people have seen that the young master did not look very healthy when he was a child.

However, the maid would certainly not say these words aloud, much less let anyone hear them from Madam Lanxin.

"You're right!" Fortunately, Madam Lanxin was good at comforting herself. "Even without the Black Dragon Clan, there are other dragon Dragon Race. There's more than just Xuan Jingshan as a dragon in this world! I've heard that in the past few hundred years, a powerful young general has emerged on the Gods and Devils Battlefield, and he's from our White Dragon Tribe. Now that the Gods and Devils Battlefield and demons is much more stable, the expeditionary forces should be returning soon. I'll arrange for Qinglong to get to know that young general. Wouldn't it be better for them to be together than with that brat from Xuan Jingshan?"

Having lost her husband and son in succession, and now unable to see her daughter for a long time, even the usually elegant and gentle Madam Lanxin has learned to use coarse language.

However, the maid agreed with her mistress; their Dragon Race had always revered strength. And what better proof of Dragon Race power than guarding the Gods and Devils Battlefield?

Compared to the young master of the Black Dragon Clan, who had never even set foot on the Gods and Devils Battlefield, the maid clearly found her own young general more pleasing to the eye.

The conversation between the lady and her maid was only heard within the room. The Old Patriarch Bai, who was busy receiving the distinguished guest, had no idea what his daughter-in-law was planning.

If he knew, he would probably find it both laughable and absurd.

"I wonder what brings you here, distinguished guest?" Although he already knew the purpose of the visit from the steward, Old Patriarch Bai still pretended not to know and asked.

The distinguished guest named Xuan Han didn't even bother to drink a sip of tea. He simply took out a jade ring radiating a rich Spiritual Qi and placed it casually on the table. "It's nothing serious. I'm just here on the orders of the clan leader to return this token and cancel this engagement on behalf of our young master."

Upon hearing this, the faint smile on Old Patriarch Bai's face vanished instantly.

His slightly cloudy but still sharp gaze locked onto the other party, and he asked in a cold voice, "What do you mean by this? You were the ones who took the initiative to propose marriage to my White Dragon Tribe, and you even presented the Black Dragon Clan's most precious treasure as a token. I only agreed to marry my granddaughter to you because I saw that you were very sincere and even had the patriarchs of the other clans come to invite you."

The agreed-upon wedding date is fast approaching, yet you suddenly break your promise! Do you think our White Dragon Tribe is only left with the old, weak, and disabled, and that we're easy to bully?!

Seeing Old Patriarch Bai's fury, Xuan Han quickly said, "Patriarch Bai, please don't be angry. We're here to arrange a marriage, not to make enemies. It was our clan leader who thought your granddaughter was beautiful and gentle, a perfect match for his son, which is why he sent someone to propose marriage."

Hearing these words, the Old Patriarch Bai could barely maintain his act of anger. "Pleasant appearance" was a rough description, but "gentle temperament" was something that had absolutely nothing to do with his granddaughter.

He remained silent, listening as Xuan Han continued:

"But as you know, matters of love are unpredictable. Our young master has grown up, and although he is engaged, he hasn't seen your granddaughter for a long time. Without realizing it, he has fallen for another girl. This is naturally our fault, but the clan leader couldn't bear to make the young master sad, so he had to send me to shamelessly annul the engagement."

He said "shameless" but there was no embarrassment on his face. Even his eyes, when looking at Old Patriarch Bai, carried a barely perceptible disdain.

To avoid bursting out laughing, Old Patriarch Bai kept a stern face and remained silent.

However, his state of mind led Xuan Han to believe that the other party was genuinely angry.

Xuan Han chuckled inwardly, but continued to persuade her aloud, "Patriarch Bai, since you love your granddaughter so much, why make her marry someone who doesn't love her? Your White Dragon Tribe is full of talented people; finding a grandson-in-law within the clan wouldn't be a bad choice!"

Xuan Han was unaware that his words coincided with Madam Lanxin's thoughts.

After feigning concern for a long time, the Old Patriarch Bai finally ordered the engagement tokens to be brought out, his face dark, and threw them angrily in front of Xuan Han: "Take your things. From now on, my granddaughter Qinglong has nothing to do with your young master. I will no longer acknowledge their engagement!"

These were exactly the words Xuan Han wanted to hear. He couldn't even be angry at the other party for treating his clan's treasure like that. He quickly picked up the precious Dragon Pearl and put it in his pocket.

"Now that the matter is settled, I'll be leaving." With the annulment of the engagement finalized, Xuan Han didn't want to stay a moment longer.

Old Patriarch Bai, of course, didn't want to see that repulsive face either, and with a wave of his hand, ordered the steward to escort the person out.

After he left the clan chief's residence, the steward instructed, "Quickly collect these tea utensils and burn them, lest any bad luck remain in our household!"

Following his instructions, the maid, wielding a water dragon, used fire to burn the tea set that had been used to entertain Xuan Han to ashes.

Only after seeing the tea set reduced to ashes did the steward return to his room to report to the clan chief, satisfied.

As soon as the steward entered the room, the Old Patriarch Bai handed him a letter. "That brat lost her communication talisman and won't listen to anyone's messages. Go and give her this letter. Tell her that if she doesn't come back, she can expect to collect my corpse!"

The steward took the letter and naturally understood that the "little brat" the other party was referring to was their young master Bai Qinglong.

"Yes, I will definitely deliver the letter and will not let you down!" The steward would patiently coax the clan chief, who was becoming increasingly prone to childish tantrums.

However, it was naturally their young master who was more often the one to coax them.

Thinking back to the tall figure in white armor he had seen in the messenger's Image-Retaining Stone not long ago, the steward couldn't help but look forward to the young master's return.

These five dragon Dragon Race should take a look at their young master's heroic bearing and majesty!